- Fallon Whyte
"Possessed, Possessions"
This poem was originally published on The Pittsburgher’s predecessor, The Dog Door Cultural.
I became the needle,
so I may know your blood,
as you often prick your finger
when you sit to sew.
I became the bed beneath you,
so I may know your weight
and shape to the crescents
of your hips.
I became the pendant
hanging from your necklace,
so I may know your fragrance,
the scent of dried roses.
I became the mirror
you stand in the center of,
so I may, too, observe you.
Your death rattled me,
for I no longer knew where to go
to find you.
So, beloved,
I became your coffin,
so I may stay with you
until your bones fade
to dust. â–²
Fallon Whyte is a New York based writer and poet. He is of African-Caribbean heritage and has been passionate about writing since age five. He currently enjoys themes of human anatomy, juxtaposing light and dark, nature, relationships, and the macabre in life.